"Yeah, Superman, you know the whole red cape blue spandex get-up." Christy replied, uncomfortable with the shocked looks of Clark Kent and Martha Kent.
"Lana... what are you talking about?" Clark asked Lana, never feeling so scared in his life.
"Are...you for real? You mean... there is a Smallville in Kansas? You mean there is a real Clark Kent....that can't be! You are Tom Welling, one of the most hottest guys in all the magazines... Even if there was a real Superman, there is no way he would look identical to Tom Welling... I mean... come on..." Christy mumbled to herself incoherently. "And why do you call me Lana?" She turned her attention back to the confused Clark Kent. She answered her own question and ran to a mirror sitting on the mantle; she could not believe her eyes.
She looked exactly like Lana Lang from the show! How was that possible? How was any of this possible? It's like I am in the show, and everything is real... how am I supposed to get home? I can't stay in this body; I can't be "Lana Lang!"
Clark watched Lana, she was freaking out. Did she lose her memory? Did this have something to do with the witch that possessed her body last week and almost killed him? Was the witch getting back at me? And... who is Tom Welling? His eyebrows burrowed in confusion and frustration.
"Lana... are you okay? We should get you to the hospital..." He began again she jumped and turned around, facing him.
"Uh... Clark, you have to help me... I am not Lana. I am Christy from the real world, not that this isn't it's just that..." She said, as she felt her face flush and all the excitement caused her to pass out, and she fell towards the floor.
Clark watched her black out and he caught her. "Mom, I am taking her to the hospital." He said, and then sped from the house, super-speeding to the hospital. All Martha did was nod; she was shocked over everything that just took place in the house.